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  jester’s costume and try to think of a new

  joke fit for a king.

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  Some of his efforts were better than others.

  See what you think:

  When is a piece of wood like a king?

  When it’s a ruler.

  What does a king wear when it’s wet outside?

  A reign coat.

  Where does a king keep his armies?

  Up his sleevies.

  What is a king’s favourite monster?

  King Kong.

  What is a king’s favourite car?

  A Royals Royce.

  Which is a king’s favourite American state?

  Kingtucky.

  If the king didn’t find the joke funny, he

  would proclaim grandly: “We are NOT amused!”

  But as he thoroughly enjoyed saying those four

  words, he always liked joke time, whether the

  jester’s joke was good or bad.

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  They didn’t have a jester any more, but they

  did have the bumper book of jokes from the

  car-boot sale.

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  The king closed his eyes and chose the joke

  for the day by opening the pages at random

  and stabbing with his finger. Today’s joke had

  nothing to do with kings. It was a cat joke.

  “What did the cat have for breakfast?” read

  the king. “Mice Crispies.” He thought for a

  while, then proclaimed with great satisfaction,

  “We are NOT amused!”

  The cat, on the other hand, found the joke

  utterly hilarious and couldn’t stop chuckling

  for ages.

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  Then, as it was such a lovely, sunny

  afternoon, the pair of them went and sat outside

  in the deck chairs. Once the cat had finally got

  over the joke, he saw that the king’s forlorn

  expression had returned.

  “I miss my banquets,” he sighed.

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  Back in the old days, another one of his favourite

  “king things” had been to hold a Royal Banquet.

  The servants would prepare a magnificent feast

  and bring all the dishes out under huge silver

  domes, to be placed on the long table in the

  Banqueting Hall.

  Important guests would then arrive from

  far and wide. There would always be twelve of

  them, dressed very smartly.

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  The truth of the matter was that these guests

  were the king’s dozen servants, having

  changed into their party clothes but, once

  again, the king didn’t realise this. And, once

  again, the cat made sure he never found out.

  The servants, by the way, didn’t mind this

  part of their job one little bit, because they got

  to eat all the wonderful food they’d made and

  have a nice, relaxing afternoon. It put them in

  a very good mood and they were quite happy

  to listen politely when the time came for the

  king’s speech, and to clap and cheer him when

  it was over.

  More!

  Bravo!

  Bravo!

  Encore!

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  The king was remembering those jolly

  occasions as he lay in his deck chair. The cat

  saw him wipe away a tear and felt sorry for him.

  He wondered what to do – they couldn’t have a

  Royal Banquet at Number 37 because they didn’t

  have a banqueting hall, but . . . but . . . but . . .

  they could have a Royal Garden Party instead!

  And they could invite the Cromwells, the nice

  family from next door.

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  The cat fetched his felt-tip pens and a handy

  sheet of card. He drew a smart decorative border

  and, within it, in his best writing, he wrote:

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  “Bravo!” cried the king, when the cat showed

  him the invitation. He picked up a pen and

  added:

  Do you like the way he underlined his

  signature? Signing things was one of the “king

  things” he was particularly good at.

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  By the way, you might be wondering what the

  king’s real name was. It was:

  Theodore

  Hadrian

  Engelbert

  Kensington

  Isambard

  Nicholai

  Gideon.

  But that was far too much to say or write, so

  he took the first letter of each name, and that

  made:

  T H E K I N G.

  Perhaps you’re also wondering what the cat

  was called. His name was Tibbles, but he much

  preferred to be known as “the cat”.

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  The cat immediately took the finished

  invitation round to Number 35 and popped

  it through the letterbox.

  Then the king and the cat spent the rest of

  the afternoon planning the garden party.

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  Cressida and Christopher Cromwell were very

  excited when they found the invitation lying on

  the doormat – as was Mrs Cromwell when she

  came home from work.

  They chatted away over the dinner table,

  discussing what they would wear for

  the occasion.

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  Mr Cromwell, on the other hand, sat there

  with his arms folded, looking grumpy and

  humpfing quite a lot.

  “Load of nonsense,” he said. “I’m not going

  to bow, curtsey or burtsey to a neighbour. I’m

  not going to call him ‘Your Majesty’ and I’m not

  going to get togged up in morning dress, either.”

  Humpf!

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  “Will I have to get a morning

  dress?” asked Christopher,

  thinking it sounded an odd

  thing for a boy to have to wear,

  especially in the afternoon.

  “I’m sure your favourite

  shirt will be just fine.

  With a tie, perhaps, and

  your medal, of cours
e,”

  Mrs Cromwell replied.

  She looked at her husband.

  “As for you, Ollie, you can

  wear whatever you like,

  so long as it’s not your

  tracksuit.”

  Mr Cromwell humpfed.

  “What do you think

  we’ll get to eat and drink?”

  wondered Cressida.

  Humpf!

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  “Humpf!” went Mr Cromwell. “You know

  what kings eat, don’t you? Boars’ heads and

  roasted swans and larks’ tongues. Poor little

  birds.”

  Both the children shrieked in disgust.

  Mrs Cromwell told her husband to stop being

  so naughty.

  Christopher picked up the invitation again.

  “What does ‘R.S.V.P.’ mean?” he asked.

  “It means we must send a nice reply,”

  said his mum. “So you, Ollie, can drop

  a note round right now saying

  we’d be delighted to come.”

  Mr Cromwell frowned and

  made an extra-loud

  “humpf” noise.

  Humpf!

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  He was still humpfing on Saturday morning

  as he stood at the bathroom mirror, shaving. But

  then he happened to glance out of the window

  into next door’s garden, and saw the king and

  the cat bringing out a set of giant dominoes.

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  Mr Cromwell’s eyes lit up. The thought that

  there might be games to play that afternoon

  cheered him up enormously.

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  At three o’clock on the dot, the doorbell of

  Number 37 rang. The cat opened the door and

  greeted the Cromwells. As you know, the cat

  wasn’t one for talking, but he smiled politely

  and shook everyone’s hand.

  The Cromwells had really made an effort

  with their outfits, and Mrs Cromwell and

  the children proudly sported their gold

  medals.

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  Mr Cromwell was wearing a dinner jacket

  with a flower in the lapel and a polka-dot bow

  tie. But, if you looked closely, you could see that

  the jacket, flower and tie were actually printed

  on a t-shirt. He was also wearing shorts instead

  of long trousers.

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  The cat led them through to the back garden,

  which the king and cat had set out like a

  banqueting hall. The dining table had been

  brought outside and around it stood the dining

  chairs, deck chairs, beanbag and, in central

  position, the throne, upon which sat the king.

  He and the cat had carried out all the furniture

  that morning (actually, the

  king had done most of

  the carrying.)

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  The table was covered in a large white sheet,

  beneath which were some intriguing lumps

  and bumps.

  The king smiled at the guests. “We bid you

  welcome,” he said.

  Two Cromwells curtsied, one Cromwell

  burtsied and one Cromwell made a loud

  “humpf!” sound.

  The King gestured to the chairs and everyone

  took a seat. “Let the feasting begin!” he cried,

  with a clap of his hands, and the cat whipped

  away the sheet.

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  The Cromwells’ jaws all dropped open at

  once. They stared in silent horror at a huge

  boar’s head with an apple gripped in its jaws; a

  great big swan, still covered in white feathers,

  and an enormous pie with a pastry crust out

  of which poked lots of blackbirds’ heads, their

  orange beaks pointing at the sky.

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  “Tuck in! Tuck in!” encouraged the king,

  and he leaned forward and snapped the head off

  the swan. The two children and Mr Cromwell

  all squealed but, strangely, Mrs Cromwell now

  looked rather amused. She reached over, chopped

  off one of the boar’s tusks with her knife and put

  it on Christopher’s plate.

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  “Cake,” she chuckled. “They’re all made out

  of cake!”

  She was right. The day before, the king and

  the cat had made three magnificent cakes,

  following recipes they’d found in the party-cake

  book. To be honest, the cat had done most of

  the baking and decorating (he was a very clever

  cat) but the king had helped

  lick out the bowls and had

  washed AND dried all the

  pots and pans.

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  The boar’s head was

  really chocolate gâteau;

  the swan was

  vanilla sponge,

  and the blackbird

  pie was coffee-

  and-walnut cake.

  Yummy!

  They all piled their plates high. Even Mr

  Cromwell had to admit the cakes tasted

  absolutely amazing. The adults drank cups of

  tea and the children drank cups of cola.

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  When they’d all eaten their fill, Christopher

  stood up, burtsied and presented a scroll of paper

  to the king.

  “I’ve drawn you a picture, Your Majesty,” he

  announced proudly.

  The king unrolled the paper and gasped in

  delight when he saw a very fine double portrait

  of himself and the cat, both looking most

  handsome.

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  The cat smiled appreciatively, too, and

  thought how well the picture would look

  over the fireplace.

  “Bravo, bravo! You are truly talented, young

  man. We thank you most kindly,” said the king

  with feeling and, in the wink of an eye, the cat

  had dashed inside the hou
se and returned with a

  gold medal for Services to Art.

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  Next, Cressida stepped forward and curtsied.

  “I would like to play for you, Your Majesty,”

  she declared, and lifted a recorder to her lips,

  whilst Mr Cromwell held up her music book.

  When he heard the melody, the king couldn’t

  have been happier – Hot Cross Buns was one of

  his five favourite tunes!

  Cressida played

  beautifully, with hardly

  any mistakes. When she’d

  finished, she got a loud

  round of applause.

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  “Splendid, splendid! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!”

  cheered the king. “What else is in your

  repertoire?”

  “I know London’s Burning, Yankee Doodle

  and Frère Jacques and I’m just learning the

  James Bond theme tune,” said Cressida.

  The king nearly burst with excitement –

  by some extraordinary miracle they were the

  remaining four of his five favourite tunes.

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  “Perhaps Cressida could pop by with her

  dad after school and play one of the pieces for

  you when she does her daily recorder practice,”

  suggested Mrs Cromwell, after her daughter had

  received a medal for Services to Music. “And

  Christopher could bring

  along his tambourine.”

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  Mr Cromwell was about to humpf loudly, but

  it did occur to him that there might be more

  scrumptious cake on offer if he and the children

  were to visit again, so he kept quiet. The king

 

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